(D2AG)

(Dubba-AA flexin')

(Ayy, load that up, W)

(This is the sound)

Yeah

Plot twist, baby, I'm the one with all the hundreds

Yeah, my son must be Wayne 'cause I feel like Stunna

Yeah, I bought the bitch some Don, not the Teremana

Yeah, uh, the bitch want me to come, but who said I'm comin'?

Uh, uh, uh, ayy, put your shoulders straight, uh

We gon' sit in his bushes until he walk through that gate

Yeah, yeah, 7.62s, I make sure they penetrate

Yeah, couldn't remember the social studies, but I got math straight, uh

You can't come in with me if you gon' bring half the pape'

Wrapped him up with duct tape, not the masking tape

Ayy, ayy, Backdoor make the floor shake, don't you feel it shake?

Ayy, baby say stop poppin' Percs, rehabilitate

Told her she get on my nerves, bitch, I'm finna skate

Use your mouth, but not with words, bitch, is you okay?

Ayy, ayy, dropped her off to buy this syrup three, four times a day

That money sexy, but that rubber band like lingerie

Ayy, faceshot, so I gotta tell him, "Guard your face"

Lean with that thunder, ****, feel like SGA, uh

Ball, bitch, I gotta ball, this the NBA

'Fore you walk, you gotta crawl, that's the only way

Big Backdoor, step on anything in the way

Ayy, ayy, me and Rick just telling each other we need to get rich today

Ayy, Baba, Bill, Backend my brother, you know one call away

You leave a mil' in front of my brother, bet he won't touch the pape'

Ayy, ayy, spin your block with one of these cutters, it's like Christmas Day

Ayy, ayy, givin' away these 7.62s, it's a giveaway

Ayy, talkin' to the plug on the phone, what he say?

Baby say she love my cologne, so I spray

Ayy, baby, change your attitude, you ain't the only one

Nailed her to the fuckin' cross, went picked up my son

Ayy, Big Backdoor the fuckin' boss, know I'm the only one

How the fuck you the only one? Can't be the only one

Yeah, kept it real if I call you brother

**** still to this day askin' me 'bout fuckin' Gunna

Yeah, **** still to this day askin' what's an eight of Wock'?

Pull up on my bitch, well, tell my bitch to stay in the car

Say you like a bitch that's bald-head like Jada, huh?

She like Backdoor, his voice deep like Darth Vader, huh

Yeah, pass around these hot guns like hot potatoes, huh

Yeah, it's a gamble, let's go take a trip to Vegas, huh

I don't think he gon' make it, mm

And I hate you, ****, I can't fake it

Finna go like 108 the bracelet, uh

And most these **** chase it

Need a bitch that know that she ain't basic

Glock inside her purse, that's how we take it

Ayy, Backdoor on probation, but the door still open, fuck you sayin'?

Ayy, finna skrrt, skrrt with my left hand, uh (D2AG)

Talkin' to my brother, uh, but we always knew the fuckin' plan, uh

Get the M's, stack that shit, and do that shit again, 4 (This is the sound)